But she also probably had no idea how insulting it was to try to deputize me as her new sidekick moments after meeting me, simply because I was gay. I grimaced and rolled my eyes, a response she deemed rude. Before I could reply, she asked if I’d go shopping with her. This was not the first time I had been extended such an invitation. “Oh my god!” She said, suddenly delighted. Once, at a party, when I was 15 or 16 years old, a girl I’d been speaking to for two minutes asked me if I had a girlfriend.
